Table tennis: Swinging the racket billions of times, achieving a grand slam

Chapter 422 Raising your hand isn't an apology, it's a sign that you still need to practice, buddy!
"Wow—"

The moment the score was tied.

The huge venue was completely erupted in cheers.

It was like a drop of cold water being thrown into boiling oil, causing a loud bang.

Cheers, applause, screams... surged forth like a tide.

The air was vibrating, and the floor was resonating.

Countless red flags fluttered wildly, forming a surging red tide.

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Zhang Jiahao jumped high off his seat with a "whoosh," his face flushed with excitement.

"I'll just say it!"

Zhang Jiahao shouted, "What do you mean by falling behind at the start? This is just my brother Jin's tactic!"

"My brother Jin is testing Hugo's strength, figuring out his backhand topspin, his forehand smash placement preferences, and his defensive counter-attack rhythm..."

After testing the waters with a few balls, they realized that Hugo was nothing special and finally started to unleash their power.

Hugo...wasn't that all there was to him?
Sitting not far away, Wang Chuqin glanced coldly at Zhang Jiahao with an expressionless face.

Were you a eunuch in your past life?

Who is this yin-yang here?

However, after Zhang Jiahao said that, everyone thought about it carefully and found that it made sense.

Based on Chen Jin's past playing style, he always attacks aggressively from the start, overwhelming his opponents with a storm of attacks.

However, this match, whether intentionally or unintentionally, gave Hugo the opportunity to take the initiative.

This is completely unlike Chen Jin's playing style.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

Zhang Jiahao's explanation is somewhat plausible.

After all, this is the World Cup final.

It was Chen Jin and Hugo's first time facing off, so it was perfectly normal for Chen Jin to test his opponent's strength in the first few points.

Now that you mention it... it seems to make sense.

Lin Shidong nodded and said, "If that's really the case, Chen Jin is really bold."

This is the stage for the World Cup final!

Their opponent was Hugo, who had just come up after a 1-3 run.

If it were me, I would only fight, and I wouldn't dare to play any games of probing.

"This is not being bold."

Zhang Jiahao said seriously, "This is confidence."

The words have not yet fallen.

Sudden.

Sitting next to him, Xie Mingyang couldn't help but let out a low shout: "Good shot!"

The voice wasn't loud, but it was like a needle piercing through the discussion between Zhang Jiahao and Lin Shidong.

Almost simultaneously, the two turned their heads sharply and looked towards the arena.

Chen Jin and Hugo walked to one side of the pool table, touched the table, and wiped the sweat from their hands.

On the electronic scoreboard, the score quietly changed to "5:4".

Chen Jin led the way.

"I go!"

Zhang Jiahao felt like he had missed out on a fortune. "What just happened?"

"There's a replay on the big screen."

Lin Shidong offered a reminder.

As soon as he finished speaking, the replay started on the huge LED screen hanging in the center of the stadium.

In slow motion, the movements are clearly visible.

Chen Jin serves with a hook shot.

The middle path is short and doesn't turn.

Hugo stepped forward and assumed a short, straight arm position.

The next second, the camera focused on Chen Jin.

But Chen Jin's center of gravity shifted slightly to the left and forward.

The hand gesture appeared to be aimed at Hugo's left side of the table.

However, at the moment of contact with the ball.

Chen Jin's wrist, like a snake spitting its tongue, flicked outward with a barely perceptible, concealed movement.

Forehand flick diagonal line.

This unexpected move inherently carries a deceptive quality, making it difficult to predict.

What's even more outrageous is that while Chen Jin was making a feint, he deliberately turned his face and gaze toward Hugo's backhand position.

They launched a feint attack, hoping to counterattack from the right.

Hugo was successfully fooled.

Thinking that Chen Jin was going to flick his backhand, he instinctively moved half a step to the left side of the table.

A quick glance revealed that the trajectory of the shot was completely different from what he had anticipated.

"F**k!"

Hugo pushed off with his feet and twisted his waist, forcibly changing the direction of his center of gravity.

He tried to save the ball coming from his forehand side.

The sheer extent of the muscle contortion at that moment was so intense that you could feel the tearing pain even through the screen.

However, it was too late.

I could only watch helplessly as that incredibly deceptive ping-pong ball traced a sideways arc, grazed the forehand sideline triangle, and gracefully bounced off the table.

"Fuck!"

Lin Shidong subconsciously moved his right wrist. "Is this what a penhold wrist looks like?"

"Brother Jin is a basic guy, no need for 'wow'."

Zhang Jiahao grinned.

Meanwhile, in xuperman's live stream.

boom!
Xu Xin slammed his hand on the table: "Hey, hey, I know this ball like the back of my hand... Do you guys know what the key to this ball is?"

"It should be the wrist."

Cheng Jingqi said.

"Do not."

Xu Xin shook his head. "It's acting."

"Acting?"

Cheng Jingqi was stunned for a moment.

"The key to a forehand flick is that if you want to flick your opponent's forehand side, you must keep your eyes on their backhand side. This is how you create a deception."

Xu Xin smiled.

"I see."

Cheng Jingqi suddenly realized.

On the playing field.

Hugo shook his arms and stretched his back, which he had almost twisted earlier.

That last shot made him realize that Chen Jin's control of the table was unparalleled.

"We must avoid getting involved with Chen Jindou within the station."

Hugo thought to himself, "I must find a way to drag the match into a stalemate, which is where I'm better at."

Use absolute power and speed to overwhelm your opponent!

The game continues.

Chen Jin serves again.

Hook your hand.

Left half of the platform, short side down.

Without the slightest hesitation, Hugo thrust his right leg forward, lowered his shoulder and raised his elbow, gathering his strength to seize the point.

A sharp arc suddenly shot out, fingers and wrist unleashing an astonishing burst of power the instant the ball touched the ball.

"laugh!"

The ping-pong ball, carrying a strong spin, hurtled towards Chen Jin's backhand corner like a tiger descending a mountain.

The reverse twist is one of Hugo's most confident and killer moves!

The first few balls were a warm-up, and they gave Chen Jin a lot of trouble.

The ball's speed, spin, and landing point are enough to terrify any top player.

Chen Jin was prepared for this shot.

Take a half step back and use the momentum to tear back.

Hugo reacted extremely quickly, sliding to the side and swinging his forehand in a powerful cross-court shot.

The ball, like a meteorite, carrying a destructive aura, tore through the void, aiming to pierce Chen Jin's left side of the table.

This ball is powerful and heavy, as fast as lightning; even the best players must avoid its edge.

Unexpectedly, Chen Jin stood still and did not retreat.

The body's center of gravity shifted forward with a sudden, forceful press.

The right arm holding the racket suddenly swung forward with an incredibly fast, small movement.

The moment the racket face contacts the ball, the power of the fingers, wrist, forearm, and even the entire body explodes forth.

It's not about sticking it on, nor is it about blocking it; it's about—

Tear back with even more force!

"Snapped!"

It exploded with a loud bang.

The sound of the shot was shorter and more violent than Hugo's powerful side-spin smash.

The white ball, which was originally carrying Hugo's full-force attack, was actually torn back by Chen Jin in an almost brutal manner.

The arc became increasingly low and flat, and the rotation became even more bizarre.

Like a precision-guided cannonball, it struck Hugo's backhand side triangle with incredible speed and arc.

歘——

A white shadow flashed by, barely visible to the naked eye.

Hugo stared wide-eyed at the boy opposite him in shock: "What?"

"You managed to tear this back with even more force?"

The ball hasn't hit the ground yet.

Wang Hao suddenly sprang to his feet, clenched his fist, and roared, "Cuo Lei!"

"Zhu--"

The veins on his neck were bulging.

It was as if all the strength in his body had been poured into this roar.

Like a thunderclap from a clear sky.

"Good shot!" "Beautiful shot!"

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The Chinese national table tennis team coaches and players all stood up and applauded Chen Jin.

The faces of everyone present were filled with unbelievable shock.

Zhang Jiahao was so excited that his voice completely changed, and he shouted hoarsely, "Brother Jin, you're awesome—"

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Xu Xin and Cheng Jingqi were dumbfounded, their mouths agape enough to fit a ping-pong ball.

They looked at each other, speechless for a long time.

It took me a while to come to my senses.

"This...this can actually give Hugo the strength to tear it back?"

Xu Xin leaned back tactically, "My god, what kind of devilish backhand is that?"

"Another day of genuine envy for Chen Jin's backhand."

Cheng Jingqi, standing next to him, also had an expression as if he had seen a ghost.

"Outrageous, too outrageous."

Cheng Jingqi felt his throat go dry. "Hugo's side-step burst, the power, the spin, let alone adding force to counter-attack, just being able to stay close and defend without going high would be top-notch."

"But Chen Jin actually went forward and tore it open, and even produced such a high-quality tear."

"This backhand is even more unreasonable than Hao Ge's back in his prime."

Xu Xin laughed and said, "Judging from Hugo's expression, this guy is dumbfounded too."

At this moment, in the live broadcast, because the ball grazed the white edge, Chen Jin did not celebrate excitedly like the others, but instead raised his hand to signal.

Raising your hand is not an apology.

Xu Xin laughed and said, "But you still have to practice, buddy."

The score came to 4:6.

The pressure came to Hugo.

Standing at the serve position, Hugo held the ping-pong ball, took a deep breath, and refocused his gaze, sharp as an eagle's.

Toss the ball and prepare to swing.

A high-speed, low cross from the center, like a cannonball, shot straight at Chen Jin's position.

The ball was fast, but Chen Jin's reaction was even faster.

Adjusting his footing, he quickly took a half step back to create space for power, and then sprinted forward in a straight line with a backhand.

"Snapped!"

A flash of white light streaked past, fiercely lunging towards Hugo's forehand armpit.

Hugo lived up to his reputation as a world-class player, managing a backhand flick and a side slice despite being out of position.

The arc is high, the speed is slow, but the side-down rotation is strong.

Chen Jin took a step to the side and instantly seized the best position for combined hitting power.

With a sudden push and turn of the feet, the power of the waist and abdomen exploded.

"Snapped!"

Forehand smash.

This shot was so powerful, so fast, and so spinny that Hugo had to step back from the table to release the force and then hit a high ball.

Chen Jin, having gained power, was ruthless.

He quickly adjusted his footwork, instantly pressing close to the table, his eyes fixed on the high-bouncing ping-pong ball.

"Snapped!"

He slammed the ball down with a furious smash.

Like splitting Mount Hua in two.

Suppress Hugo's right half of the table.

Hugo had no choice but to continue lobbing high balls and wait for a counter-attack opportunity.

However, the ball landed a little too shallowly, in the middle of the table.

Chen Jin seized the landing point but did not smash again.

Instead, in the blink of an eye, at an extremely fast speed, they pressed down on the takeoff point.

Forearm and wrist, at an extremely subtle angle, everything moves quickly.

Their movements are small and agile, as fast as lightning, and extremely stealthy.

The moment the racket face contacts the ball, it absorbs and neutralizes the water like a sponge absorbing water, thanks to the deft flick of the wrist.

The ping-pong ball, with a strong sidespin, drew an incredibly low arc, flying almost just past the top of the net.

—Short!
The second attempt will not result in an appearance.

What's even weirder is.

The ping-pong ball seemed to be attracted to the end line of the table by an invisible magnetic force, and did not bounce forward like a normal ball.

Instead, it bounced horizontally three or four times along that straight white end line, as if walking a tightrope, with each "tap," "tap," "tap"...

It rolled off the edge of the table and fell to the ground.

Hugo tried his best to save the day, but it was too late.

"Wow—"

The audience erupted in incredible gasps and thunderous applause.

The control over this short shot was terrifying.

It's simply an art of manipulating your opponent.

Hugo looked down at the ping-pong ball bouncing at his feet, a bitter smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Subconsciously, he juggled the ball with his foot.

It bounced steadily several times before gently kicking it towards the sidelines.

4: 7.

Hugo serves again.

The left half of the platform, a small triangle.

Side-up.

Chen Jin quickly stepped forward, his center of gravity instantly lowered, and his right arm's backswing motion was short and explosive.

"Snapped!"

With a backhand flick, he unleashed a powerful tear.

Hugo used the opponent's force to defend the middle lane and then his backhand position.

Chen Jin took a quick step, adjusted his position, and unleashed a backhand rip down the line.

Hugo lunged forward with a forehand and scooped the ball back.

Chen Jin turned sideways and unleashed a powerful forehand smash down the diagonal line.

The angle changes are so drastic that it's exhausting to keep running around.

However, Hugo was like a rocket that had been ignited, unleashing his maximum power from his feet.

Despite being at his limit and almost losing his balance, he relied on his superb core strength and touch to lightning-fast return to the left half of the table and save the ball again.

Without pausing, Chen Jin's body twisted violently like a spring full of power, and his arms lashed out like steel whips.

"Snapped!"

A more aggressive forehand smash continued to pressure Hugo's backhand.

Hugo was forced to retreat from the mid-to-close range by the barrage of heavy artillery fire, and could only quickly retreat to the mid-to-long range.

"Snapped!"

With a backhand flick, he forcefully pulled back.

Chen Jin reacted with lightning speed, taking a sidestep while maintaining astonishing stability in his center of gravity even at high speed.

"Snapped!"

Forehand smash.

However, this time, he subtly flicked his wrist outwards.

The ping-pong ball, with an exaggerated outward arc, drew a huge "C" in the air before fiercely veering towards Hugo's right side of the table.

Hugo lunges for a forehand, counter-attacking Chen Jin's cross-court small triangle shot.

The curve is also exaggeratedly lateral.

However, Chen Jin remained calm, seized the landing point, and lowered his center of gravity.

As the ball descends to its final stages, almost hitting the ground, a flick of the wrist propels it forward.

"昘——"

The ping-pong ball flew around the net in a low, unpredictable arc towards Hugo's backhand corner.

At this moment, Hugo was on the right side of the table and had no time to get back to defend.

8: 4.

A thrilling long rally is a clash of power, a calculation of landing points, and a battle of spin.

The audience was thoroughly entertained, and exclaimed "Wow!" repeatedly.

"My God, what an exaggerated curve!"

"This is the ultimate enjoyment!"

"Table tennis is all about watching long rallies; otherwise, what are you going to watch for those ugly, one-shot rallies?"

Having just completed this astonishing through ball, Chen Jin slowly straightened up, sweat trickling down his temples and dripping onto the blue floor.

His chest rose and fell slightly, but his face wore a smug smile of satisfaction, as if he had just met his match.

the other side.

Guo looked at the spot where the ball had just bounced, then looked up at his young opponent and smiled.

We lost this game convincingly.

Regardless of victory or defeat, it is the shock and enjoyment brought about by the clash of pure skill peaks.

"Choo-hoo!"

"Zhu--"

Wang Hao had already jumped up and raised his arms in a shout.

Zhang Jiahao went completely berserk, cupping his hands to his mouth and roaring with all his might, "Brother Jin, awesome—"

The sound was completely shattered, sharp and distorted, yet filled with unparalleled excitement.

Liu Guoliang and the others also smiled and applauded.

In the subsequent match, Chen Jin scored two points in a row by attacking with his serve.

Although Hugo managed to pull back a point thanks to his serve.

However, on the last serve, a slight mistake was made, and Chen Jin managed to get the ball halfway off the table.

"Snapped!"

Accompanied by a crisp, decisive explosion.

The ping-pong ball transformed into a dazzling white streak, carrying an unstoppable momentum and terrifying spin, fiercely piercing Hugo's backhand defense in the middle.

It slammed heavily onto the table and then bounced off.

11: 5.

First game over.

Chen Jin scored the first goal.

(End of this chapter)